I haven’t done this in a while but I thought I would join in the fun this week. I have been really busy but always try to catch up with Mrs. G’s over at Half Past Kissing Time. Every week she does Friday Fragments where you can go and post things that aren’t long enough to be a full fledged blog post but you still want to share. I have lots and lots to share but I will try to be brief. Okay maybe not brief but I’ll try to keep it short. You have no idea how difficult that is for me to do. You see I am a detail person; which in my case, means I can’t tell a story unless I give every detail. I can’t just say “I went to the store”. I have to say “I went to the store over on 4th street; you know the one with the big pumpkins outside and the little flower shop on the corner? Oh and I took the long way over there and saw a clown driving a Hummer. …” you get the idea. See I already did it just trying to tell you about Friday Fragments and why I can’t keep it short. So without further adieu here are my fragments and please make sure to go over to Half Past Kissing Time and hook up with the other Friday Fragmenters.
The other day I got a call from my niece, Tooter. She said she had something for me. Well this is what she made me. Aren’t they gorgeous? Oh and they were delicious too.
I was at the Squal*Mart the other day and the lady checking me out was unusually surly. I know they are usually surly but she was even more surly than normal. She was griping and kvetching about the fact there were 56 bazillion people in line and only 4 check stands open. I looked around and asked “So you’re having a pretty bad day, uh?” She glared at me and replied “Yeah.” I leaned over to sign my credit authorization and said “maybe you should just quit. I mean you seem really unhappy. Maybe the best thing for you to do is just quit.” She sucked in air and then spit out “but I NEED this job.” I smiled and replied “then maybe you should just be happy you have a job and not kvetch about how bad it is.” Needless to say I don’t think I improved her mood.
I love vintage clothing. I guess I have always worn vintage clothing except when I was a kid we didn’t call it that. We called it hand –me-downs.
Last weekend there was an estate sale for a millionaire. She had recently passed away and her family was selling off her stuff. Now first of all let me tell you they started this sale on Thursday, I showed up on Saturday. The warehouse was stuffed full. I began looking through her accumulation of 80 years of books, napkins, letters, jewelry, clothes and shoes. This woman never threw a thing away. It was amazing. It was like looking through her windows and seeing her play out the movie of her life. It was deeply moving.
Then I found her shoes. Oh MY GAWD! The SHOES! There were hundreds of pairs of shoes. They were in plastic containers and covered 40 years of her life. Shoes that were specific to outfits. OH MY GAWD the OUTFITS! Everything was stylish and matched. I was in bliss. I wanted to throw the clothes and the shoes on the floor and just roll in them.
I heard a choir of angels sing and a bright light appeared above one particular pair of shoes. I slowly walked over and there on the shelf was a pair of 1960’s Salvadore Farragamo reptile skin pumps. My breath caught in my chest, everything else in the room went blurry as I reached out to touch the holy grail of shoes. Then from out of no where a hand reached out and snatched them from the shelf. I fell to my knees and screamed “NOOOOOO!!!!!! I wasn’t done petting them.” Then just as the little boy in the final scenes of the movie Shane I screamed out “Come BACKKK!” sniffle, sniffle “PLEASE COME BACK!!!!!”
I went to a “Green” conference last week also. No it wasn’t a conference about Kermit The Frog, which brings me to question who gives their child the middle name of THE? I digress.
I think it’s interesting that architects and builders are touting things as “green” and sustainable when our grandparents called it being thrifty. I mean honestly when I was a kid I thought that we reused foil because we were thrifty who knew I was being green?
Oh and did you know transom windows are now considered green and living above where you work is green? I guess that proves the point everything old is new again.
Now as usual remember, Thoughts become things. Think good ones.
I also want to share this little tid-bit with you. Remember people aren’t your perception of them; they are their perception of them.